The quickening is an ephemeral thing
That only happens in the dark
Like catching lightning in a jar
And the pain that it brings
Is just the promise of spring
It’s madness on the way
Oh, what does it mean…

To come alive
To come alive
To come alive
(To come alive) To come alive
To come alive
To come alive

The entering is soulful conjecturing
Oh, lost and by the wind-grieved coast
Please come back to me again
Because the way that she bleeds
He’ll sit alone when he reads
Confusing words and deeds
So what does it mean…

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To pierce the fame of the sacred and profane
For science, in service of the faith
But who will bear the mark of Cain?